Liu Ying was stunned.

Ye Xuan did not say much either.

Whether it was the Holy Mansion behind the Wang Family or the Martial Arts Zhao Family, they were destined to be Ye Xuan’s enemies. Born to be foes, Liu Ying could only be considered a catalyst in this, hastening a war that was bound to happen sooner or later.

"Holy Mansion."

"Zhao Family."

Ye Xuan squinted, his pitch-black eyes revealing a sharpness more penetrating than blades and swords.

The heavy rumbling echoed, and inside the cabin, the gentle voice of the stewardess broadcasted, reminding passengers to fasten their seatbelts and turn off their phone signals.

The plane soared into the sky, heading straight for the clouds.

Ye Xuan turned to look at the enchanting night view outside the window, a nostalgic smile at the corner of his mouth.

It’s been over a week since the trip to Yanzi City, and truth be told, he did miss his lovely wife at home.

Honey, I’m home!

...

Late at night, at the Wang Family.

Wang Qianjun sat in Wang Shaoyang’s study, murmuring to himself while looking at the grayish-white photo hanging on the wall.

"Son, wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

"It won’t be long, Ye Xuan will soon come to join you."

"After tonight, all those close to him will also come by to greet you, you won’t be too lonely."

"..."

The pain of losing his son tormented Wang Qianjun every moment.

Wang Qianjun knew that only by making Ye Xuan pay a heavy price could he step out of this heavy gloom.

By then, Wang Qianjun would be reborn, and the one constantly engulfed in pain would become Ye Xuan.

The battle tonight is extremely important.

This victory or defeat might directly impact the future situation and, at least, if Ye Xuan loses his rationality, Wang Qianjun would have absolute confidence in securing a win within a short time.

But if it fails...

Wang Qianjun didn’t dare to imagine; he couldn’t allow such a thing to happen, and the Wang Family could not withstand another blow.

"Master."

In the dim study, a hoarse voice rang out.

Wang Qianjun closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh: "What are the results?"

The man in black beside him looked solemn and remained silent for a long time before he sighed: "All the experts in the East Sea operation have lost contact."

"What?" Wang Qianjun was shocked.

The man in black lowered his head, daring not to speak.

The atmosphere was dead silent for a long time.

Finally, Wang Qianjun burst into rage, shouting hysterically: "Why? Why can even attacking a few defenseless women and children fail?"

Wang Qianjun completely lost control and started a large-scale rampage.

The man in black dared not move, only watching Wang Qianjun vent.

After venting.

Wang Qianjun also calmed down somewhat.

He clenched his fists tightly and spoke in a deep voice: "Why did it fail?"

Man in black: "It’s still unclear."

Wang Qianjun felt like a knife had stabbed into his heart; failure was not scary, but not knowing why it failed was the most infuriating.

Wang Qianjun asked again: "Are all those experts dead?"

Man in black: "They should all be dead."

Wang Qianjun closed his eyes: "How many experts does the Wang Family have left?"

The man in black pondered for a moment: "After the battle at Nightingale Manor, we lost more than a hundred experts. This operation also cost us the most elite members of the Wang Family mansion. Overall, we have fewer than ten experts left."

Wang Qianjun painfully sat down on the ground.

Having fewer than ten experts was a fatal gap for the Wang Family.

People drifting in the martial arts world; how can one avoid being stabbed?

Why does the Wang Family have so many experts?

Isn’t it to guard against those enemies hidden underwater suddenly launching attacks?

In just a little over a week, the once-mighty Wang Family has fallen to such a hollow state that even Wang Qianjun himself feels a surreal nightmare-like sense.

Now what?

Such a huge gap must be filled by the Wang Family in a very short time, but how much financial and networking resources will this process cost?

Wang Qianjun didn’t dare to think about it; the thought alone felt like a knife twisting in his heart.

A weight pressed on his chest.

Pfft!

Blood splattered in the study.

...

East Sea.

As the dawn broke, the street lights still shining, grey and hazy, the whole city had yet to awaken.

Lin Tong, with Little Cloud, came to the airport exit.

A big hand held a small hand, drawing countless envious glances.

"What a beautiful mom, what a cute daughter."

"Did they come from the sky?"

"That man who’s the dad is so lucky."

"..."

Listening to the faint voices around, Lin Tong remained unaffected but couldn’t help a smile at the corner of her mouth.

She was never short of being praised as a peerless beauty, but it was her first time being acclaimed by so many as a peerless beauty mother...

Little Cloud blinked her eyes, looking at the airport interior, not seeing Ye Xuan’s figure for a long time, couldn’t help but speak: "Mama, why hasn’t Papa come back yet?"

"Maybe the flight is delayed," Lin Tong said with a smile: "Little Cloud must behave well later; Papa has been out for so long and must be very tired, do not make Papa angry."

"Little Cloud will be good!" Little Cloud said obediently.

Lin Tong gave a gentle smile and continued watching the airport exit.

After a while.

Little Cloud suddenly said: "Mama, you said Papa would bring a beautiful aunt home. Has Little Cloud ever seen that aunt?"

Lin Tong smiled: "Little Cloud hasn’t seen her yet."

"Oh." Little Cloud nodded: "Is that aunt Papa’s friend?"

Lin Tong thought for a moment and shook her head: "Not Papa’s friend."

Little Cloud asked again: "Then is she Mama’s friend?"

Lin Tong laughed: "Not Mama’s friend either."

Little Cloud was perplexed.

Not Papa’s friend nor Mama’s friend, then why is she still called aunt?

How strange!

In the sparse crowd, the figures of Ye Xuan and Liu Ying finally appeared.

Seeing Ye Xuan, Little Cloud immediately exclaimed joyfully: "Papa, Papa! Little Cloud is here!"

The little girl yelled excitedly, waving her hands and feet; she looked so incredibly cute.

Ye Xuan, walking out from the airport, seeing Little Cloud like this, couldn’t help but show a happy smile on his face.

Ye Xuan, accompanied by Liu Ying, walked out of the airport.

"Papa!"

Little Cloud was delighted, and with a small jump, she lunged into Ye Xuan’s arms. Given her ferocious impulse, if it were Lin Tong, she might have been knocked over on the spot.

Ye Xuan looked helpless: "Little girl, have you been good while Papa was away?"

"Good, Little Cloud has been super good. Papa, if you don’t believe me, ask Mama!" Little Cloud said happily.

Ye Xuan chuckled and looked up at Lin Tong.

Lin Tong nodded to him, without much reaction, but instead stepped forward to Liu Ying.

Ye Xuan’s sword-like eyebrows flew upwards.

All along, Lin Tong and Liu Ying were like fire and water. Could anything happen now?

Ye Xuan was about to step in to mediate.

Lin Tong, at this moment, smiled at Liu Ying: "Long time no see, welcome home."